Oh Boredom, I cannot find contentment,
Staring my mind off, longing for acknowledgment;
I sense emptiness, space only I can borrow;
Fathoming nothing is such sweet sorrow;
I play games in a desultory way,
despite millions of chores every single day;
Playing music arbitrarily as I lend an ear
when I’m perceived as frivolous, oh dear.
Each day is a sloth, leisurely ticking away;
Pondering moments seem dull and astray;
It is declared, I am undeniably bored,
Accomplishing something is impossible of some sort.
Oct 22, 2020
Oct 22, 2020 at 5:54 AM UTC
Oh Boredom, I cannot find contentment,
Staring my mind off, longing for acknowledgment;
I sense emptiness, space only I can borrow;
Fathoming nothing is such sweet sorrow;
I play games in a desultory way,
despite millions of chores every single day;
Playing music arbitrarily as I lend an ear
when I’m perceived as frivolous, oh dear.
Each day is a sloth, leisurely ticking away;
Pondering moments seem dull and astray;
It is declared, I am undeniably bored,
Accomplishing something is impossible of some sort.